User blog comment:Nikolai Banks/Gangs, Tribes And Clans Of Redwall/@comment-3135907-20110709152537

All is calm and misty at Wettey's woodland camp. Blasko sits by the fire, slowly turning a fowl on a spit. "Arr, it isn't the same widout Patcheye, eh."
 * "Aye, yer right there, ol' mate," Searface says gloomily.
 * "I wish the Cap'n would let me go find Patcheye. 'E was the best-" Blasko cuts himself short as Wettey emerges from his canvas tent. "Hoi, Blocknose, Blasko, go cut down some small trees. Quicklike! Searface, collect vines, lots of 'em. Now!" The rats scatter, leaving Wettey alone at last with his most valuable treasure: He fondles the gold-plated cup encrusted with numerous sorts of gems and precious stones lovingly. "Out of all those gold coins an' rings an' nice gems, yer the most beautiful, the most- 'Ey, wot's this!" A miniscule shrew has fallen on the ground. It rounds on him before he can speak. "Aaaaiiiiiiyikyakyikyoooooooo! Yallagaroooooo! Chikitu!!!" It starts scratching his face and pummeling him all over.
 * "Argh! Gerroff!" he howls. The shrew continues clawing and clubbing with a small cudgel studded with thorns and sharp pebbles. Finally Wettey throws it from him. It strikes a tree and slides down, unconscious or slain, which one Wettey doesn't know and also doesn't care to know. Suddenly he hears a shaking in the trees above him. With an unearthly scream Wettey runs from the camp. But all the way he still hears a shaking in the trees above. Like rain they suddenly pelt him, hundreds and hundreds of pine cones, nuts and bits of bark and twigs. "H- HELP ME!" he roars. The projectile rain dies down. "Chitiku babril cahu um 'arm. Fatweezeferretoat die. Aiiiiiyikyakyikyooooooooo!!!" The projectiles begin hitting him anew. "BLASKO!!!" Wettey yells and goes down under a massive attack of pebbles and pinecones.